People not Places

Portions of my time will be about people, not places.

People like Yves the Belgian Michelin-star chef and his right hand-man Hannes, who speaks with an excitement, a contagious belly of a conversation they often are, that cultivates instant familarity. People like Lava the Swedish Masseuse with her Lady-In-Tow Daria, whose identity is shaped parents biological and legal, and their respective islands and provences around the world in Greece, Sweden, Russia and Poland. Kelly the Australian longboard-skater and her partner Jas, a gift to the apartment I'm shacking in, who will sign their French marriage license soon before beginning their long journey hopping around this rock. Stefano the young Brazilian, who will speak to you in Porteguese without realizing he is not speaking English. Karina, the Costa Rican princess who insisted, against the strictest of odds, that she would go to school in Germany and she would have the university pay for her stay. Adam, the soft-spoken, wandering Australian, who frames the concept of "ambition" in a purely experiental mindset. How about Mitch, the Australian surfer, who will straight break your arm if you cross him. Ian, the sure-minded Canadian, who will run your 24 million dollar yacht operation and always be able to tell one more joke than you. There's more to this cast and its characters will arrive in due time.